June on Scout Scar

Fritillary on scabious

Seeding grasses with micro-moths, a common blue butterfly and a lovely fritillary. Few larger butterflies on the wing. The day was warm, still, hazy. The earth cracked and parched through lack of rain.
Earlier in the week pastures about Barrowfield Farm were patterned from cropping of silage. Once the sun has burnt into the cut grass the pattern is lost and the fields are golden.
A dog-walker disturbed the redstart I was photographing and he dipped below the escarpment and sang from a tree just out of sight. 

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Here he is again, singing from a now leafy whitebeam.  I had thought he was closer- his song carries on a still morning. His beak wide in full song.   Redstart: his name denotes his red tail. One of these days I'd like to catch an image of him fanning his tail. For the moment, I have the colours to admire as he presents different aspects of his plumage.
 I knew he would continue singing close below the cliff- edge, so I made a video of his song and as I listened I heard birdsong from the hanging wood and lambs in the pastures below.

I've found before that a bird with a beak full of goodies for its young can still call to them to be silent if danger is close. There's a green caterpillar here, possible two and the bird kept up its warning until I moved on.

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Fragrant orchids are budding and the first are in bloom, creamy white butterfly orchid and common spotted too. Dropwort has pink buds and a froth of white flowers. And grasses are flowering. So, an aesthetic of flowering grasses.